Fond memories of Alec Tarwid - aka "the Red Baron". Some of the discussions in the crew-room between him and Tom Pavey would conclude in heated Polish, with one describing the other as a peasant, and the other as a snob. Alec lived for flying and when in his office next to me could be seen heading down the corridor as fast as possible whenever his phone rang. His flying skills were pretty awesome, his briefings brief to say the least and you had to be on your toes to keep up with him - if only to witness him chopping off the back-pack whip aerial of the gunner radioman just ahead of him at Grimes Graves. But he got along just fine with the CO at GAF Fassberg when over a bottle of Highland Cream they reminisced about their WW2 experiences on opposite sides - but to us on the squadron I cannot recollect any memories retold.